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zepskies Ā· 3 days ago
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Against the Wind - Part 2
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Pairing:Ā Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!ReaderĀ 
Summary: You wake up in a strange alphaā€™s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.
AN:Ā Thank you guys so much for all the amazing feedback on Part 1! Now, most of your theories and questions will be answered...
Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo
Song Inspo:Ā ā€œAgainst the Windā€ by Bob Seger
Word Count: 3.8K
Tags/Warnings: Angst, and peril, the other kind of "hunting."
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Part 2: Seems Like Yesterday
ā€œIā€™ll raise you 25,ā€ you say, tossing five chocolate covered pretzels into the middle pile. Itā€™s a risky bet, considering how much you lost in the last hand. Dean regards you with an amused, if critical eye while he holds his cards.
ā€œOoh, youā€™re bluffing,ā€ he says. You pop your brows at him, a subtle smile tugging at your lips.
ā€œYou want to test that theory? Put your money where your mouth is,ā€ you challenge.
He tilts his head at you with a raise of his own brows.
ā€œCheeky omega,ā€ he mutters. His attention returns to his cards as he deliberates on his next move.
You attempt to be nonchalant as you glance down at your cards again. Itā€™s a shitty hand, but he doesnā€™t need to know that. The alphaā€™s won the last two hands of Texas Hold ā€˜Em, but you did win the first one. Though you suspect he let you win.
You want to at leastĀ even the score before he resumes his work out in the shed. He spends most of his time there during the day, or making sure the firewood is stocked. It seems like he takes any excuse not to spend too much time in your presence.
More than anything, you want to ask him if he feels what you feelā€”the same tug in the pit of your stomach every time heā€™s nearby. You just havenā€™t found a way to broach that with him.
Hey, I know we just met like two minutes ago, but I think weā€™re supposed to be together. Do you feel it too?
You nearly roll your eyes at yourself. Yeah, thatā€™ll go over well.
So you have to be content with mornings like this and in the evenings, where he lets you put on one of his records, and you two share dinner together, maybe another round of cards. Or youā€™ll read a book while lounging on the chaise, and he lays out on the couch, listening to his music with his eyes closed. You like watching him like that, with a relaxed, damn near peaceful set to his face.
Too often he holds that harder, stoic expression, or that divot between his brows that makes you want to soothe two of your fingers there; or better yet, lean in and press your lipsā€”
ā€œItā€™s your move,ā€ Dean reminds you. Heā€™s finally played his hand, but you were too distracted to hear what he said.
ā€œWhatā€™d you do?ā€ you ask, surveying the piles of cards.
ā€œCall,ā€ he repeats, popping a few pretzels into his mouth. He washes it down with beer and more barbeque chips. Those are worth $10 in this little fantasy betting. He points a finger towards you with the same hand that holds his beer, teasing, ā€œYou got all the lights on in there? Or am I boring you?ā€
You glance up at him, fighting a smile. ā€œAll right, keep your pants on. Let me seeā€¦ā€
As the dealer, heā€™s already turned over the River: the last card in the hand. Itā€™s a 10 of Clubs, which means your One Pair is actually a Two Pair. Itā€™s still not a greatĀ hand, but itā€™s decent enough to maybe let you get the best of your opponent.
After you go ā€œall in,ā€ Deanā€™s lips twitch at a smile, and he humors you, going all in as well. Youā€™re on tenterhooks when he finally reveals his hand.
ā€œOoh, it ainā€™t a cheesy ā€˜90s sitcom, but itā€™s stillā€¦a Full House,ā€ he brags as he lays out each card in a smooth line of overlapping cards, the mix of glossy red diamonds and black spades showing the truth. He won again.
You huff in defeat, your shoulders sinking in your seat at the kitchen table. You turn over your measly hand. Sweeping the winnings toward himself (a mound of chocolate covered pretzels, a stack of barbecue chips, and a handful of Oreos), Dean chuckles and tosses you a wink.
ā€œAh, donā€™t beat yourself up, sweetheart. Iā€™ve been hustlinā€™ poker for a long time. Hell, Iā€™ve been playing this game before I even knew my times tables,ā€ he says as he collects the cards.
ā€œThat young?ā€ you reply. ā€œWho taught you?ā€
ā€œMy dad,ā€ he says. ā€œOh, believe me, I used to get my ass kicked many aā€™ time, but by the time I turned sixteen, I was hustlinā€™ grown ass men in skeevy bars out of their daily paycheck.ā€
ā€œYou were hanging out in bars at sixteen?ā€ you ask incredulously. There, Dean seems to realize heā€™s said too much. He becomes more guarded as he puts away the deck and cleans the crumbs off the table.
ā€œMy dad was always working. You could say I didnā€™t really have a curfew,ā€ he says.
ā€œA latchkey kid, huh?ā€ you reply, hiding the way youā€™re trying so hard to glean any more hints of truth between his words.
ā€œHeh, yeah.ā€ He gets up from the table and tosses the breakfast dishes in the sink, then travels to the front door to don his jacket and boots.
ā€œAll right, Iā€™ll be out back,ā€ he says.
Out back, code for out in the shed. You nod, and in a flash, heā€™s shutting the door behind him.
Youā€™ve learned another small tidbit about him, one that feels more important than it seems on the surface. And yet, it only elicits more questions you doubt heā€™ll be willing to answer so easily. Heā€™s more than tight-lipped about his past, only giving vague outlines and general pictures.
Even his storiesā€”like being raised up in a family of traveling mechanics, putting Nair in Samā€™s shampoo when he was a kid, or the guyā€™s serious fear of clownsā€”feel like theyā€™re missing some key details.
You decide to take up your crutches and head for your room. There you unearth the journal from its hiding place under your pillow. This time, you turn to the very beginning. Before all the jargon about mythology (and an odd footnote about a ā€œTurducken Slammerā€), there are actual journal entries. The first one dates back to November 6, 1983. The first line already captures your attention.
I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I donā€™t believe it. Last week we were a normal familyā€¦eating dinner, going to Deanā€™s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changedā€¦ When I try to think back, get it all straight in my headā€¦I feel like Iā€™m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out. Iā€™m wandering around, alone and lost and I canā€™t do anything.
This is Deanā€™s father, you realize. The more that you read, with no small amount of dismay, you also realize that this man is writing about his wife, Mary.
Deanā€™s momā€¦
He writes about their house burning with all their memories inside, along with Mary. Somehow, he saw her pinned bloody to the ceiling.
Along with these pages is a clipping from a news story:
House Fire Kills Mother of Two
Lawrence, Kansas.
Youā€™re spellbound by it all. You keep reading.
November 13, 1983
ā€¦Most of our clothes and photos are ruined, even our safeā€”the safe with Maryā€™s old diaries, the boysā€™ savings bonds, what little jewelry we hadā€¦all gone. How could my house, my whole life, go up like that, so fast, so hot? How could my wife just burn up and disappear?
The police donā€™t believe his story, about how she died before the fire, about what he saw. So he tries to convince himself that what he saw wasnā€™t real. Still, he canā€™t find rest, and he worries about his sonsā€™ safety.
December 4, 1983
I havenā€™t let them out of my sight since the fire. Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again. He never budges from my sideā€”or from his brother.
Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like heā€™s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night.
Sammy cries a lot, wanting his mom. I donā€™t know how to stop it, and part of me doesnā€™t want to. It breaks my heart to think that soon he wonā€™t remember her at all.
You donā€™t realize youā€™re crying until a droplet lands on the page. You quickly wipe it away before it becomes a stain, and you dry it all the way with your breath before you move on to the next page, sniffling. Your heart hurts, even as your guilt grows. You know now that youā€™re really, truly invading Deanā€™s privacy by reading his fatherā€™s words. You just canā€™t stop yourself from turning the next page.
John becomes convinced that someone, or something, started the fire that destroyed his life and took his wife away from him and his sons. He leaves his job and the remnants of that world behind, to venture deeper into the darker one. But in that darkness, he finds truth.
He visits a psychic, Missouri, who leads him back to his house and senses the echoes of an evil presenceā€”something that shakes her to the core, and John too: the creature that killed his wife.
December 20
ā€¦She told me that it was the most powerful, awful thing sheā€™s ever come across.
On January 1, 1984, John makes a New Yearā€™s resolution. He determines to find the answers himself.
A shiver runs down your spine. In Johnā€™s words, your heart breaks for Dean, but you also see yourself. You try not to think about why.
You keep flipping through the rest of the journal past January. There are translations of a Latin exorcism, and like you read before, strange drawing of evil looking creaturesā€”as well as what they are, scraps of their history, and how to kill them.
Silver bullet to the heart, canā€™t withstand iron, salt and burn.
You pause on a certain page, more filled with lore than the rest, and a primitive drawing in the center.
WENDIGO
Cree: Evil that devours.
Wood spirit. Eats live flesh. Lives in forests.
Perfect hunter.
Your breath stills in your lungs as a cold sweat forms across your skin. The more you read, the faster your heart beats.
The crunch of dead leaves. Your father shouting at you to run, and keep running.
The coarse shout of a bear morphs into something other. Itā€™s a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breakingā€”your fatherā€™s scream cut short. You turn around with your rifle in hand, poised to shoot blindly.
Your stomach churns as bile rises into your throat. You feel sick, and wrong, and you suddenly have the urge to throw the journal against the wall.
ā€œOmega?ā€ calls Deanā€™s sharp voice. ā€œYou okay?ā€
You jolt badly at the sudden noise. You didnā€™t hear him reenter the house. He likely caught the scent of your distress. He pushes the door of your room open to find you, but he stops short in the doorway. His surprise quickly morphs into a frown when he notices what youā€™re holding in your lap.
You gasp, freezing where you sit, but thereā€™s no point in trying to cover up what youā€™ve done. With an angry purse of his lips, he reaches over and takes the journal from your hands.
ā€œWhat the hell are you doing with this?ā€ he demands.
ā€œIā€™mā€¦Iā€™m sorry. I justā€”ā€ You swallow past the lump in your throat. ā€œI was just curious. I wanted to know more about you. I thought it wasā€¦a normal journal.ā€
ā€œSo this is how you go about it, huh? Got everything you wanted, Columbo?ā€ he says, his sarcasm cutting into you. He flips through the journal to make sure all the pages are intact before he tucks the journal under his arm. ā€œSeriously, going into somebodyā€™s stuff? Who the hell raised you?ā€
At that, you begin to bristle.
ā€œMy dad,ā€ you snap back. Though remembering the passages youā€™ve lived with for the past few hours, you soften with a painful twinge of sympathy in your heart.Ā 
ā€œAnd it looks like yours raised you to be some kind ofā€¦well, what are you, a ghostbuster or something?ā€ you ask.
His jaw locks. ā€œOr something.ā€Ā 
With an exasperated sigh at his hedging, you swing your legs around the edge of the bed and haul yourself up with your crutches so you can at least match his stance (more or less).
ā€œDean, please, just talk to me,ā€ you implore, gesturing at the journal tucked under his arm. ā€œThe things I readā€”ā€
ā€œAre none of your goddamn business!ā€ he growls, making the omega inside you cringe. The alphaā€™s voice is deep and sharp, and even though he isnā€™t crowding you, his height and broadness are still intimidating.
ā€œThe sooner you heal up, the sooner I can ship you back to where you belong,ā€ he says. ā€œBack to your life, so you can stop sticking your nose into mine.ā€Ā 
Your mouth actually falls open in shock. His vehement words feel almost as powerful as a physical blow, if to your soul. They make your arms tremble while holding yourself upright on your crutches. Hot tears well up in your eyes, though you try to blink them away. After a moment, youā€™re able to collect yourself enough to speak.
ā€œIā€™m sorry for going through your stuff,ā€ you say, in a quiet voice.
You hobble awkwardly past him out of the room. You donā€™t stop until you reach the front door, where your snow boots are. You manage to get them on by yourself so you can go outside and get some fresh air, not to mention some much needed distance from the alphaā€™s burning presence. You can still feel him trailing behind you. You hear his heavy boots.
ā€œWhere the hell are you going?ā€ he grits out.
You hobble faster.
Dean watches you go out the door without a word in irritation, even though it triggers an alarm deep in his gut every time you leave the safety of the cabin.Ā 
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The snow depth has lightened somewhat since the storm, but itā€™s still not easy to navigate on your crutches. You get some distance from the cabin, mindful not to go too far. You know youā€™re limited, and you didnā€™t even take a gun with you.
Finding a solid tree to lean on, you rest there and try in vain to stifle your tears. You know you were wrong for snooping, and he had a right to be mad, but did he really have to be such a freakinā€™ bear?Ā 
Fucking alphas. I swear.
You thought you were starting to connect with him, but clearly, Dean wants nothing to do with you. He wants you out of his life.Ā 
Does he not feel the same pull you feel to him? Does he really not realizeā€¦that heā€™s meant to be your mate?
You take in a shaky breath through your nose.Ā If he does, apparently he doesnā€™t care.
Just then, you hear the crunch of snow nearby. Twigs snapping.
Your body stiffens with a terrible memoryā€”of that day in the woods. Your breath comes out in short puffs on the cold air, your eyes wide as you listen closely.
Hearing nothing, you allow yourself to breathe a little easier. You venture a few paces forward and to the right, but you stop shy of how it slopes downward. Some unnamed feeling tells you to look over the edge.
You lean over and cast your gaze down the slope, but all you see is snow and trees down below. With a shaky breath, you lean back and look out to the north again. Plodding along the trail, heading towards you, is a bear.
Oh shitā€¦
You remember Dean mentioning something about a bear passing by his cabin a couple of days before the storm. Looks like heā€™s back to make his rounds.
His fur is dark; from this distance, you canā€™t tell if itā€™s a black bear or a grizzly. It doesnā€™t make much difference when all you have on your person is a can of bear spray. His gait is massive, unhurried, but he lets out a braying sound when your gaze meets his, as if acknowledging you. He stops there for a moment, assessing. Your body locks up with fear.
The bear groans again, this time sharper. You finally snap out of your reverie and force your body to move slowly backward with your crutches spearing into the snow. The cabin isnā€™t that far, maybe thirty or forty yards at most. Still, the bear can probably beat you.
Instead of trying to run, you stand your ground and shout at the bear, hoping heā€™ll back off. Your voice dies in your throat when he rears up on his hind legs, with a loud roar. Trembling, you miss a step and get knocked back into the snow on your ass, your crunches falling out at your sides. You scramble inside your jacket for anything that might help you.Ā 
Bear spray!
You hurry to get the cap off with shaking hands, but before you can even aim, the creatureā€™s heave paws thudding into the ground in front of youā€”a gunshot rings out and hits the animal in the chest.Ā 
The bear falters, then roars in pain and anger.
Two more shots finally bring it down to an even heavier thud, not far from your feet.
In this moment, these are the things you donā€™t know about Dean Winchester:
For one, the scent of an omega in distress always calls to an alphaā€™s protective instincts. But the scent of your abject fear feels like someone tried to rip his lungs out through his stomach.
Second, when he sees you there, your wide, shiny eyes filled with the remnants of panic, yet relief at the sight of him, it takes everything within him not to drop to his knees, grab you by the hair, sink his teeth into your neck and claim you, right there in the snow. Maybe then youā€™d start listening to him and stop taking your life into your hands.
Instead, his lips purse as he wracks his rifle and slings the strap of it over his shoulder. He stalks toward you and scoops you up, crutches and all. He brings you back to the cabin without a word.
His jaw is once again locked with silence and strain; he doesnā€™t trust himself to speak until heā€™s brought you inside and carried you over to the chaise. He sits beside you there and takes an inventory of you with his eyes.
ā€œYou okay?ā€ he asks at last.
You manage to meet his gaze and give a little nod.
ā€œOkay. Donā€™t move,ā€ he says shortly. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, where he grabs a foldable set of knives and a cooler from under the sink.
You watch him in silence, and you realize heā€™s going back to gut the bear. You didnā€™t know that he actually huntedĀ out hereā€¦well, hunted to eat. He continues to gather items in silence. It gets to a point where you canā€™t stand it, or his curtness, any longer.
ā€œThank you,ā€ you say, halting his steps. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, then continues strapping up his supplies. He huffs in response.
ā€œWeā€™re gonna be eatinā€™ good for a while,ā€ he says without looking at you.Ā 
His attitude both hurts you and aggravates you, so much that you refuseĀ to take it anymore.Ā 
ā€œLook, Dean. Iā€™m sorry, okay? I shouldnā€™t have butted into your life,ā€ you say. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes. Expelling a sharp sigh, you amend yourself. ā€œIā€™m sorry for invading your privacy. Iā€™m sorry about what you went through, and Iā€™mā€¦Iā€™m sorry about your mom. Iā€™m sorry for today. Iā€™ll justā€¦stay out of your way, and Iā€™ll leave as soon as I can.ā€
Dean finally turns your way, but your lips tremble as you turn your face away from him and shut your eyes tightly against the salty burn of tears. Deep inside, his heart withers in his chest. He sighs and drops his supplies on the couch. He walks over with those heavy boots, and he sits on the edge of the chaise beside you. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually, he rests a warm, calloused hand on your arm and earns your tearful gaze.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry. I, uhā€¦shouldnā€™t have yelled at you,ā€ he says.Ā 
You sniff, quickly wiping away your embarrassing tears as they come. Your cheeks are hot with it.
ā€œWhat is it you wanna know? About me,ā€ he asks, surprising you that much more.
Ā Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. It takes you some time to think, but the first thing that comes to your mind isā€¦
ā€œEverything in that journal,ā€ you say, licking your dry lips. ā€œIs it real?ā€
Dean holds your gaze steadily. You know the truth without him having to say it, but he does.
ā€œI was a hunter,ā€ he says. ā€œThose things you read about, I found ā€˜em. Killed ā€˜em. It was my job.ā€
ā€œAnd now?ā€ you ask, once that large bit of information has time to set into your brain.
His lips tug at a half smile. ā€œConsider meā€¦mostly retired.ā€
You exhale softly, and you nod. It earns a furrowed look from Dean.
ā€œYou donā€™t seem all that freaked out by this,ā€ he says, with a more scrutinizing gaze on you.
ā€œShould I be?ā€ you say, with an unsteady laugh.
He raises his brows. ā€œIn my experience, yeah.ā€
You chew on the inside of your lip. You donā€™t know if you should even put into words what youā€™ve been holding onto for months. Like John, no one believed you. Even your own mother had started to look at you like you needed a shrink.
ā€œOmega?ā€ Dean presses. His green eyes are perceptive as they take in the conflicted look on your face. ā€œThere something you wanna tell me?ā€
You deliberate for a moment longer. Then, you release a sigh and glance down at your hands clenching in your lap.
ā€œA few months ago, I lost my dad,ā€ you begin.
Dean nods. ā€œYeah, you saidā€”ā€
ā€œI lost him in these woods,ā€ you say.
That quiets the alpha.
You shake your head, and you find your words as the memories that have been haunting your nights return to you.
ā€œLike I said, we used to go hiking here every yearā€¦ā€
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AN:Ā Just so you know, all of the journal entries appear in the official "John's Journal" SPN merch. šŸ˜‰
Next Time:
Unease prickles down your spine, though you donā€™t know why.
ā€œDad?ā€ you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.
A gunshot rings out, along with your dadā€™s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name louder, taking off in a run to find him.
You end up rising over a hill you hadnā€™t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.
Not for himself, but for you.
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Eggman: We now convene for the trial of Yanshu Dryll the Mole. I trust the prosecution is ready to commence?
Payne: The prosecution's been ready for days, your honor.
Eggman: And is the defense ready to proceed?
Reiker: Yes, your honor.
Reiker: (Yeahā€¦ Ready. No evidence, no alternate theoriesā€¦ Guess I should just pay attention and do my best.)
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Payne: Seems the murderer finally gathered enough funds for a private defender. How'd you do it? Kill another robot? Rob a casino?
Eggman: Actually, this man is our new public defender. This will be his first case.
Payne: Oh, how preciousā€¦ I bet he'll be running out of town with his tail feathers between his legs after we confirm the guilty verdict.
Reiker: (ā€¦ Is he serious?)
Eggman: Weā€™ll see, nowā€¦ Let's not keep this waiting any longer than we already have. Prosecutor Payne, your opening statement?
Payne: The solution to this case is so obvious that no private defense attorney would even pick up the case! In fact, I almost feel sorry for the poor sap standing across from me.
Reiker: Can we get on with it instead of gloating?
Payne: So eager to face your own demise? Very well, thenā€¦
Payne: The crime took place around 8:45 PM last Wednesday. The victim, Flash Driver, is a new member of the doctorā€™s E-5000 line.
Payne: The victim was found with his legs battered and multiple components taken out of their rear hatch. We cannot obtain camera footage due to the parts being missing, however, we have multiple reasons to believe it was the mole standing before us today.
Reiker: Wait, his legs were battered?
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Eggman: This is basic information, did you not read the autopsy report!?
Reiker: With all due respect, you never gave me the autopsy report, your honor.
Eggman: Hmā€¦ I suppose in this instance your ill-preparedness is somewhat understandable. Don't let it happen again.
Payne: Feh. Here, fledgling - your first piece of evidence. Please try to keep your gape-mouthed self from drooling all over the pages.
Strait: ā€¦ I think Iā€™ll be fine, thanks.
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Autopsy Report (Flash) has been added to the Court Record.
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Reiker: (I should take a closer look at that. Remember, Strait - evidence is a lawyer's best friend! Good thing I keep it Pinned at the Top of my mind!)
Reiker: I notice you haven't mentioned a motive, or why my client is your prime suspect. Was she even near the crime scene at the time of the murder?
Payne: Listen, kid, I have this case down tight. Your defendant there is one of 10 people who could have possibly committed the crime at hand.
Reiker: ā€¦ One of 10? How do you figure?
Payne: Let's just call them the tools of the trade. Specifically, the tool set a Robo-Tech like her uses daily.
Eggman: Ah, you must be referring to the Omnitools, no?
Reiker: Omnitools?
Eggman: You're familiar with the concept of an army knife, correct? Imagine a compact device like that, equipped with every screwdriver, wrench, and key needed to access all the technical parts of my machines, including Robians. This one is assigned to her.
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Yanshu's Omnitool has been added to Court Record.
Payne: No one could have accessed the stolen parts without those tools, not to mention that Yanshu was the last person to meet with the victim, during a routine maintenance checkupā€¦
That was anything but routine!
Eggman: Uh... Interesting. In what way was it not routine?
Payne: Well, the perpetrator is right here. Why don't we ask her? Miss, let's start with your name and occupation.
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Yanshu: Eep! I, umā€¦ M-ā€¦ My name is Yanshu Dryll. I'm a Class C Robo-Tech, f-for the Main Divisionā€¦
Payne: And if I'm correct, you assisted the victimā€¦
On the day of the murder!?
Yanshu: W-well, yes, but that doesn't mean I killed him!
Eggman: The court will be the judge of that. Now, if you could please testify regarding this maintenance appointment you had.
Yanshu: Y-yes doctor- I mean, sir! I mean-ā€¦ Y-yes, your honor!
Testimony 1 - The Maintenance Appointment
1:) I had been assigned to Flash to do a routine checkup, scheduled for Wednesday at noon.
2:) All the required checks were proceeding as normal, and the appointment was rather short.
3:) My boss came by and signed off on my maintenance sheetā€¦
4:) ā€¦ And shortly after that, Flash left, just like he usually does. That was the last time I saw him.
Reiker: (Hmā€¦ Not much to work with... At least that old cat has just as little information as I do.)
Reiker: (But if thatā€™s really the case, why does he look so confidentā€¦?)
Payne: ā€¦ Really? That's all you have to say?
Yanshu: Y-yes, and itā€™s the truth! Wh-ā€¦ What more could you want?
Eggman: I will kindly ask the prosecution to not badger the witness. Now, defense, are you ready for the cross examination?
Reiker: (I need more informationā€¦ Just gotta dive into the old Thought Pool and figure out what to ask. Maybe I'll glean some new information! Once I think I've got it down pat, I can Present an idea by connecting a Statement with an Item in the Court Record!)
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solarsturniolo Ā· 2 days ago
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wait i wanna hear about this frat boy šŸ«£
@zebonos GIRLLLL WHERE DO I EVEN START šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
1. all of my friends say heā€™s ugly (heā€™s 6ā€™3ā€™ā€™ sue me)
2. he snores SO LOUD
3. he punches and talks in his sleep
4. he has a cocaine addiction
5. heā€™s a bouncer at a bar that iā€™m a regular at
6. his head is too small and his eyes are uneven
7. he gets mad and insecure about my attraction to vinnie hacker
8. he is HORRIBLE at communicating (which was the ONE requirement i had when i agreed to let my friend set us up together. I said idc what he looks like, idc if heā€™s just wanting to fuck, he HAS to be good at communicating)
9. our second time together he marked me with hickies, begged me to stay the night, kissed me on my forehead, told me he wanted a future w me, etc
10. our 4th time together (we were awake for two hours mind you) he said he wanted to marry me 3 times, wanted to have kids with me 2 times, said i love you 4 times, planned what our engagement rings would look like, etc)
11. i ended up fucking his roommate and he had a talk with me about it. (ā€œyeahā€¦heā€™s a good guy, so much better than i could ever be for youā€¦but whose bed are you in right now?ā€)
12. held my favorite pair of earrings hostage for a month
13. he does not like when i unadd him on snapchat and will ask ALL of my friends why im mad at him when ive told him i hate using snapchat for communicating bc its cancer.
14. he does not sleep in the dark
15. fucked a girl with an std
16. tried to get with me without telling me he fucked a girl with an std
17. tried to LIE about fucking a girl with an std
18. insane alcoholic. i watched him crush a 24 case of beer in two hours
19. doesnā€™t acknowledge me unless iā€™m actively ignoring him
20. he will STARE AT ME AND FOLLOW ME AROUND THE BAR ALL NIGHT if we are there at the same time (my friends have WITNESSED THIS HAPPENING) (( @megamett44-lover ))
21. will text me at 3:00-5:00 in the morning saying he needs to talk about stuff but iā€™m obviously ASLEEP
22. has not taken me on a proper date. (but he will buy my drinks and offers to buy me food if we go to cookout or mcdonaldā€™s so i guess i canā€™t complain)
23. sleeps with socks on
24. hogs the blanket
25. doesnā€™t take out his trash and lets it pile up in his room
26. he has an awful haircut
27. left me alone immediately after sex for 23 minutes to go watch his roommate get his head shaved (no aftercare) and then was confused why i wouldnā€™t speak to him
28. did i mention he snores? did i also mention i get MAYBE an hour of sleep if i spend the night because its so bad??
29. tries to convince me not to make him use a condom
30. threw a fit one time bc a vinnie hacker edit came up on my phone so, in retaliation, he decided to look at thirst traps and sexual audios on tiktok for half an hour. i told him it was making me uncomfortable and told him to stop about six times and he only did when i threatened to leave.
31. would call me princess after i specifically told him NOT to do that.
32. beer pong with a bunch of his frat brothers is apparently a ā€˜dateā€™ in his eyesā€¦
33. didnā€™t acknowledge me at a party we were both attending until his buddy basically told him i wasnā€™t gonna keep pursuing him lmao
34. got so shit faced at the bar that he kept telling his frat brothers ā€œisnā€™t she so prettyā€ ā€œgod im with the prettiest girl in (insert city name) right nowā€ ā€œim about to post her on my storyā€ ā€œshould i buy her flowersā€ and i was so uncomfortable that i almost left the bar. (i had told him i wasnā€™t looking for anything serious and that pda made me uncomfortable)
35. he deadass chugged nyquil in front of me ā€œto help him sleepā€
36. has roaches in his bathroom (frat house)
37. refuses to smoke weed but will do 6 lines easy peasy???
38. not smart
39. thinks he can manipulate me (he canā€™t and it drives him crazy that i donā€™t fall for it)
40. asked me to find someone (female) to have a threesome with us (every inquiry made the same face before saying ā€œno thanksā€)
41. He hyper sexualizes my attraction to women
42. asked me if iā€™d block every guy in my phone for him (we had been talking for two weeks)
43. heā€™s an asshole to his dog and calls him mean names and hits his snout and shoves him around
44. he is persistent on trying to get me to blow him (i donā€™t do blowjobs. he knows this. still tries.)
45. he blew $160 gambling at the bar the night we went out šŸ’€
46. heā€™s younger than me and extremely immature
47. he thinks listening to chief keef is an unheard of personality trait. (ā€œi know all of the lyrics to Love Sosaā€ okay, so do 9 million other people)
Dude i could go on and on about this mf heā€™s WEIRD.
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crows-of-buckets Ā· 5 months ago
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You know, generally I'm kinda like. Eh on the writing of the Inquisitor because a lot of times it can come off as bland and naive but like. GOD I wish there were more scenes like this one specifically. It gives a sense of gloating, cunning, and just a general 'Ive outsmarted you and there's nothing you can do about it' vibe that I just. Wish carried on through the game. Because this is one of the few times where I was like 'yeah this person is leading an organization. I can see why they were chosen, outside the mark on their hand' don't get me wrong I do like inquisiton but man I would have loved for them to lean into why they were made Inquisitor in the first place
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tj-crochets Ā· 6 months ago
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Coral floral baby quilt is done!! Itā€™s still not easy to see in photographs, but you can kiiiinda see the flower I used to quilt it in the photo of the backing?
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backpackingspace Ā· 7 months ago
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Young odysseus convincing everyone Ithaca is nothing but a poor island with rocks and goats to avoid any raids/conquerors/so he doesn't get murdered for talking to Helen bc "it's not like he's a real choice"
Young odysseus falling in love with Penelope at the same event: wait. Wait shit I fucked up hold on just hear me out
#the odyssey#Odysseus#Penelope#Pre-canon(?)#odypen#Odypen meet ulgy#When the cute ā€œbumpkinā€ boy wants to marry you but only brought 3 goats for your cousins gifts#AND you caught him spying on your family#There's like a single line in the odyssey where I think some god is narratoring (not 100% sure)#And they have a well actually interjection moment to explain how Ithaca isn't just one island it actually has a shit ton of land#And is technically richer then every other country#Which honestly just makes it funnier that odysseus was like welp time to beg again with zero issues for 10 years#But it will never not be funny to me that young odysseus really shot himself in the foot with Penelopes family for the start#Like clearly it worked out but I bet Penelope father HATES him#Listen odysseus showed up to Helen's courting for the drama ONLY he never planned on marrying her#Bc he knew her husband would be murdered immediately#My man showed up for the drama and stayed for Penelope#Otp#I love them#And need more of these two being rat bastards to each other and LOVING it#Listen neither one of them has let a single thing go in their whole life and they like that about the other#Odysseus going to buy anything for his wife ever#Penelope: Oh my can we afford that this is just a simple rock island with a few goats#Odysseus: dressed head to toe in very very rich cloth that his wife made#Ithaca with the fastest ships bc ody designed new ones#Penelope: literally dripping with jewels that were MAYBE stolen (shut up you can't prove anything and Penelope likes it when he's a bastard#Odysseus: you're so right my bad that was so irresponsible for getting you a gift. Perhaps your father would like to pay instead?
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firestorm09890 Ā· 10 days ago
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"IENZO WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE LIGHT ARE YOU DOING" Ansem the Wise cries, bursting into the computer room just after Ienzo (age 8) ordered Tron to broadcast "10 hours of placid forest sounds occasionally interspersed by the call of a cuckoo" across all of Radiant Garden
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actually. hey. shitpost cancelled. do you ever think about how it is Tron finding a buried file within the computer that miraculously caused the entire world to remember Hollow Bastion's true name through pillars of light and sparkles? until then, none of the citizens remembered that it was called anything other than Hollow Bastion. like. the computer is not only a massive city-wide defense system that can be twisted to instead summon Heartless within the city, it can wipe an entire world's memory and replace it with false ones, and it did. all controlled from the castle. easily. what else might they- Xehanort obviously, but also potentially Ansem the Wise- have done with that power? it can get so unbelievably dark so quickly
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kang-yina Ā· 6 months ago
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I have a enemies to lovers-lovers to enemies toxic yuri story with mattel i guess
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denkies Ā· 16 days ago
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Omg i haven't been updating lately but guys I'm moving out of my abusive household :D it's so surreal and anxiety inducing and change is scary but i will persist!!!!!!!
#basically for a while I've been paying all my mom's bills while she refuses to get a job and psychologically abuses me#the bills thing isn't inherently abusive! sometimes ppl need help! but the way she treats me is#any time i stand up for myself or ask her to please stop manipulating meā€š she calls me a narcissistic abuser and selfish and awful stuff#she steals rent money from me to the point that i have to hide itā€š and tells me I'm being selfish and immature if i spend money on myself#like stuff that isn't really necessary but makes me happy#not even like expensive shitā€š she gaslights the hell out of me if i spend more than $20 on a frivolous item#and it's not that she can't workā€š she just doesn't want to. she's into mormon tradwife shit and is like ''i need a man to provide''#she's worked as a line cook/at call centers/delis/hotels etc etc. she just doesn't /want/ to work#this is also bc she thinks she's the bride of Christ and is like ''the day of reckoning is coming so i don't need a job''#also she regularly goes through my room and takes stuff and likeā€š goes through under my bed to see what I'm hiding#which is super invasive and weird#and she got super verbally abusive 2 years ago when i was physically disabled (literally using a cane) and couldn't work#Anyway. our rent has been $1475 and i also pay electricity and wifi and every other bill under the fucking sun#and she tried to get me to sign the lease and i said no! cuz me and my cousin are actively looking for a place to rent together#so i might be out in 10 days or by the end of the month depending on what the apartment office says#I've been packing up my stuff and I'm gonna be staying with my cousin and her fam for a couple weeks#it's way closer to my work and I'm gonna take my cat and stuff so it's chill. big changes are really scary cuz autism but I'll persist#a.txt
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crossbackpoke-check Ā· 2 months ago
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inspired by @colap1nto <3 and posting here to hold myself accountable: writevember! attempting to write something every day no matter how much and what it is
i am however inventing stipulations for myself so i cannot weasel my way out of it, which includes a valid definition of ā€œwriteā€:
actively put words into a document in the form of a proper fic!!! too many wip not enough hands!!
poems (actually laughed at me coming up with this but maybe i will go back to my roots)
research/meta/primers
tag stories are permissible IF i actually compile and edit them into a readable document that day
editing to post to ao3 (the optimism) is also valid. it takes me so long
i do have concrete arbitrary deadlines for one and a half fics that i would LOVE to finish and post in november (dewey^2 and [redacted :)]) so iā€™m hoping this helps!! also, this is secretly just a sticker chart where i get to put down emojis for each fic i worked on and check off boxes but a win is a win
day 1:šŸŖ»šŸˆā€ā¬›
day 2: šŸ˜‡šŸ¤­ (šŸ•’ -> šŸ•œ)
day 3:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 4: šŸŽ
day 5:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 6: šŸ“‘, šŸ’Œ
day 7:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£ AND ā˜ļøšŸ’§. who is she
day 8:šŸŖ»šŸˆā€ā¬›
day 9:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 10:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 11:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£ we are on a STREAK and also a countdown šŸ«”
day 12:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 13:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 14: šŸ“¬šŸ’
day 15: šŸ˜‡šŸ¤­ (šŸ•’ -> šŸ•œ)
day 16:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 17: šŸ”“ āš«ļø,šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 18:šŸŖ»šŸˆā€ā¬›
day 19:šŸŖ»šŸˆā€ā¬›, šŸ˜‡šŸ¤­ (šŸ•’ -> šŸ•œ)
day 20:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 21:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£, šŸ¤« šŸŖ½šŸƒ
day 22:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 23: šŸ’Æā•
day 24: šŸŖ¢
day 25: šŸ›šŸ®šŸ¦‹
day 26:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 27:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 28:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 29:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
day 30:šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£
WRITEMBER RECAP: an overall sucess!!!! this was so much fun and really forced me to write even if it was only a little bit every day. like, to the point that i'm debating doing a cute little twelve days of christmas snippet fest. absolutely could not have finished and published dewey^2 p2 without this challenge or posted p3 :)
thirty days of writing
twelve different fics worked on
poems: 1
i have no word count for you sorry i wish i did but it is at least over a few thousand words!!!!
times i wrote for a day past midnight (making it technically the next day) but because i was still awake i counted it for that day: at least 17 if not closer to like. 25
tags i forgot what they mean: one. what the FUCK is šŸŖ¢??? OH MY GOD I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS NEVERMIND
duolingo streak (worked on the same fic in a row): 5
#liv in the replies#guys are you proud of me. i put everything I would normally yap into the tags in the actual post. hashtag growth#i say continuing to yap into the tags. I donā€™t want to be pessimistic but I AM scared this is occurring during my monthly bout of#productivity and I will face the doldrums and absolute inability to write in 2-4 days lol#also everyone says this next systems course is GARBAGE and terrible and super hard which. okay šŸ’— yay šŸ’—#I shouldā€™ve put ā€œreply to ao3 commentsā€™ as a valid form of writing because the comment box terrifies me but itā€™s FINE#if you have ever commented on my fic I love you with every unspeakable fiber of my being and there is one comment I feel so guilty about#but itā€™s because every time I think about it I need to go jump around in circles I canā€™t fangirl too hard I also cannot find the WORDS#like even typing this out iā€™m like. anxious butterfly but itā€™s because I have so much love in my heart#also i am codifying the emojis to fics for Me sorry because I think itā€™s fun and iā€™m being secretive for literally no reason.#everyone tell me to get off of here and work on an actual fic. after I have my nik-induced/enabled 2353 breakdown#we hit day five and yes I DID forcibly make myself not work on a completely different fic. i wannnntttt to finishhhhh šŸ«ƒ^2 2ļøāƒ£ so badddd#& this is not a game of ā€˜work on a different wip every dayā€™ even if i could feasibly do thatšŸ«” good news is i rlly think 3 -> 1 1/2 is done?#update 11/10 (technically 11/11 but itā€™s fine this is how it normally works) if i write like an unhinged person which is to say at all#bc i have midterms but also really like an unhinged person i MIGHT be able to adhere to my self-imposed deadline for šŸ«ƒ2ļøāƒ£. god bless me#at 1:30AM yesterday having an absolute breakthrough with a line that has been in some variation in so many different fics including mine#for myself specifically because i keep having this moment: šŸŖ¢ is the fic in the bottom of the yowling doc lmao.
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gumm1defloor Ā· 8 months ago
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Personally speaking if I had to pick one rairpair out of the entire hellaverse to become canon it would be Velvette x Verosica but man it is going to be the most lavish, fluffy, intensely intimate, passionate, rancid & disastrous 24/7 trending full blown shitstorm hell has ever seen I don't think anyone is going to be ready. Not even these two. Dear god especially not these two.
Man Verosica is just 2 for 1 on short gremlin kings who are also coincidentally emotionally constipated walking talking sacks of untreated mental illness wrapped up in 3 layers of intimacy issues isn't she but hey at least this one's pretty much guaranteed never to steal your credit card for horse riding lessons and most definitely won't be caught one ring down in wrath in the middle of fuck knows where with said credit card so.... yay improvement?
#and unlike the last one - they don't talk about the last one -#She likes how effortlessly confident Velvette is with everything she works with and how little she has to worry about their relationship#when she's around her#ofc the gradual loss of autonomy and general sense of self is a whole other thing and she definitely doesn't need to think about it ever-#-cause her stunningly hot drop-dead gorgeous filthy rich and famous girlfriend just designed her 10 new fashion lines for her new tour-#-without her even asking-#-and they're gonna live stream the best date she's ever going to have in the fanciest restaurant the pride rings has to offer.#she's never felt this adored & safe & content in satin knows how long she is getting herself trashed every other saturday and STILL#manages to look flawless for every magazine by morning#& Velvette tells her they look so hot together every time they take a selfie as she pulls her waist & face & hair & neck into her side#like she's ready to swallow her whole#they spoil each other with gifts & praises and shit talking ppl behind their back#and absolutely nothing between them ever went wrong#hazbin hotel shitposts#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#I remember having a headcannon that Velvette sends every single girl/boyfriend(toy) she has ever had to Valentino after she dumps them.#sometimes she'll even throw in a personal recommendation#Velvette is dead quiet about the breakup this time around#Valentino - for once in his life- knows better to ask#Verosika never came to pentegram city to do live shows since#angst#I suppose#which is probably all my 2 neurons are good for past 9 pm
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soranker Ā· 8 months ago
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Whatā€™s the biggest emotional gut punch youā€™ve ever gotten from a show?
AHH i wish i had a good answer for this but i havent watched a lot of shows lately and im wracking my brain to remember if i had a strong reaction like that to anything i've watched in the past... ive def watched sad stuff that hit me in the heart but not enough to feel like a gut punch......
BAHA ok this gonna sound predictable but fr when i got to the end of volume 10 of trigun maximum i stopped reading for a couple of days LMFAOO T_T maybe even a week. i just reread that same chapter over and over again for a while lol
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loumauve Ā· 3 months ago
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I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.
(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)
#been feeling anxious af ever since bc it's the first time I've been this firm in a reply and idk how they'll take it#there's underlying issues in inter-departmental communication that need fixing that cause these issues to happen again and again#but my boss is on parental leave and his substitute is sick not that she cares or is up for doing her job where communication is concerned#so there's no real sense in addressing that rn esp by me who's only been there since June. but it does frustrate me a lot#anyway. I'm sure I'll get over this too. but yeah.. ppl not thinking things through for the two mins it takes to create an account#or the twenty seconds it takes to check if one already exists before creating a new one#or the minute it takes to check if folks still have an active contract past their time working in your department before deleting an accoun#just jfc. put in a smidge of effort and five mins total and save the rest of us from spending half a day to fix your mistake#oh well. if I get a pissy response I'll just blame it on being new as an intern and being too motivated and idealistic I guess#god forbid I expect people to do their jobs thoroughly or with at least a singular thought..#anyway. I feel like I'm allowed to be grumpy abt this since we are the folks who end up having to fix this shit#and by we I mean pretty much mostly me at this point bc one colleague is sick atm. my boss barely has time for this and is on leave#and my other colleague only works half time so I'm the one who's been handling most of these over the past month or so#which.. is still insane considering how I'm a goddamn intern who shouldn't even have admin rights tbh#but without them I couldn't do anything at all lol so here I am. nice that they trust and believe in me I suppose#that's why I try to do my best. (who am I kidding that's always the case anyway)#but yeah. definitely a 50% staff support job and only 50% of the other important things that need doing rn it's more like 90/10#and it's funny how I still dread my two hours of hotline. but every time the line is too busy I still jump in#we are also only 6 people atm out of 10 and three of us are still in training. and one of the trained folks had to come back in mid time of#next week we'll likely be 4#depending on if our substitute boss lady is back.. not that I'd look forward to it. she's a mess and she's been horrible to deal with latel#sure. she's stressed. but she's either snapping at me when I ask abt shit I can't know yet or she's ignoring me. great basis for team work.#so honestly I'd rather she not return on Monday. esp not if she's gonna spread her germs everywhere#but now sleep. sorry for the rant. it's certainly been quite the month since I returned from my own wisdom tooth rated sick leave..#gotta be up again in 6.5 hrs so I can be at work at 6 to let the electrician in. I'm gonna sleep so hard over the weekend I stg#a day in the life of..
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moving-to-dreamwinged Ā· 1 year ago
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my dad came in and saw me on the couch (for the first time all day and i had literally just sat down for less than a minute when he came in) w heating pad and immediately goes "you have two options" (different chores to do) (as if i was like 10 years old and getting punished for something that i didnt even know i did wrong). what about secret third option where you treat me like an adult or i don't come home for winter next year. Lol
#.mei chats#soryr really my family is. great i need to stpo complain#i just wish theyd realize that im not incompetent#i do a really good job taking care of myself for the entire 10 months out of the year that i dont live with them#and im proud of the independence ive developed bc i worked really hard to feel ANY sort of positive feelings about myself#but they just dont recognize it at all when i come back#trying to tell me how to microwave my food and reminding me of paperwork i have to do#Thanks i literally managed the entire program tasks myself for the last 6~months but yeah you better remind me about the medical forms#or else ill totally forget and mess up the whole thing :'333 bc im just so stupid!! thakn you soooo much for taking care of me!!#<- not like ive been hypervigilant and anxious about making sure i do every little thing with it perfect#in fact there was actually an issue w one of my forms bc they made me submit it even though i didn't think it was filled out properly.#they were like ā€œitll be fine youre overthinkingā€ guess who got an email 3 days later saying the form was completely invalid.#god just bottom line why cantthey trust me when i say im on top of it. fucking trust me this program is my entire life right now#i am putting literally eveyr ounce of effort i've got into not ruining it. they just dont see the improvements and growth ive made at all#so frustrating bc ive worked so hard to pinpoint and fix that specifically but what can ya do#god this got long. sawry#.not f/o related
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parakeetpark Ā· 1 year ago
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I've finally cracked and I'm learning how to mod skyrim. My poor laptop doesn't deserve to suffer so I'm downloading the unofficial patch, and at most 10 mods....What made me crack was the repetitive dialogue ngl... BUT, this will NOT become like Stardew Valley where I have 350 mods and got really into it bc Skyrim is too... much work and possible issues for that
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alpenglw Ā· 1 year ago
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i wish the locked tomb was a well written series and didnt have the most unbearable writing style ever so i could enjoy it
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